(Originally Posted on June 26th, 2023)

A cloud descends with deeper breaths

And in and out the nimbus goes

The rain falls slowly toward below

And lands on paper, printing prose

A constant weather patten forms

The wind is deaf’ning as it blows

The sound of thunder hits the page

Creating indents, printing prose

A rainbow forms to stop the storm

Within the hush the sun still glows

But with no cloud to bring the rain

The writer has stopped printing prose.